Bunyola, the theater and 'The Comedy of the Pot'
Bunyola's theatrical tradition was to perform on Sant Mateu Day, August 20th, so for the occasion, the group of theatergoers decided to put on stage 'Aululària' or 'La Comèdia de l'olla'
PalmBunyola is an important part of the history of contemporary theatre in the Canary Islands, whether as the Bunyola Theatre Company or La Lluna Teatre, the group that revolutionised, or at least shook up, the local dramatic scene in 1980. Antoni Maria Thomàs, along with Francesc Aguiló, Gabriel Gamundí, and the Buñuelos Miquel Morro and Rafel Ramis were responsible for allowing us to enjoy such emblematic pieces as Jacques and his master, The Mandrake and Waiting for Godot, among others. A circumstance that made the theater, now dedicated to Rafel Ramis, somewhat orphaned, almost until recently, when the group of members of the Bunyola Theater were the protagonists of the opening speech of the Sant Mateu festivities. Some began to fan the embers of which there were few sparks left, although it seems that it has been the spark of tradition that has rekindled in a beautiful way.
The theatrical tradition of Bunyola was to perform theater on Sant Mateu day, August 20th, so and for the occasion, the group of theater people directed by Toni Borràs Mateu has decided to put on the stage of the Rafel Ramis theater, on that same day, none other than Aulularia or The Comedy of the Pot, which Plautus wrote and surely inspired Molière for hisAvarian. The story is a mess. Euclio is the rich miser, which is a redundancy, who has decided that his daughter should marry the rich and old Megador, but she is in love with the young Licónides, who has also left her pregnant. From there it is not difficult to figure out the events that follow. A classic more than two thousand years old that serves to demonstrate that the human condition has not only not changed much, but that it has not changed at all.
The point is that once again Bunyola seems to be recovering not only a tradition but also a heritage, the one left by a handful of fritters that they interpreted from theAdoration of the Kings, by Llorenç Moyà; The Flutist's Altarpiece and All God in heaven, among many others. As long as there are sparks, there is hope.